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"Yes," said Fixie, "they is welly pitty. I could fancy I saw fairies looking out of some of them. I think if we was to listen welly kietly p'raps we'd hear fairy stories coming out of them." "Rubbish, Fixie," said Rosy, rather sharply. She was too fond of calling other people's fancies "rubbish." Fixie's face grew red, and the corners of his mouth went down. "Rosy's only in fun, Fixie," said Bee.
Fixie grew tired and cross, and Martha put him to bed; and it was not till nearly the big people's dinner-time that Rosy came back to the nursery, swinging her hat on her arm, and looking rather untidy and tired too. "I think I'll go to bed," she said. "It makes me feel funny in my head, driving so far."
Why, this evening, that Martha or whatever they call her a' upsetting thing I call her spoke to her that short about having left the nursery door open because Master Fixie chose to fancy he was cold, that I wonder any young lady would take it. And Miss Rosy, bless her, up she got and shut it as meek as meek, and 'I'm very sorry, Martha I forgot, she said. I couldn't believe my ears.
"I am thankful to hear it," she said; "for there is no saying what his illness may be going to be. But, Lillias, of course you won't let darling Rosy stay in the nursery." "I hadn't thought about it," said Rosy's mother. "Perhaps I am a little careless about these things, for you see all the years I was in India I had only Fixie, and he was quite out of the way of infection.
"And a little strange and lonely, as it were just at first. Don't be afraid I would be vexed with you for feeling it so." "But I don't think I do feel lonely," said Bee, sitting up and looking at Rosy's mother quite brightly. "It seems quite natural to be with you and Fixie again." "I'm very glad of that," said Mrs. Vincent.
She didn't see why he need pray to God to make her good, more than other people, she said to herself, and for half a second she was inclined to jump up and tell Pix to go away; it wasn't his business whether she was good or naughty, and she wouldn't have him in her room. But she did not do so, she lay still again, and she was glad she had, for poor Fixie stopped in his talking to pat her softly.
Poor Losy why can't her be good? Why doesn't God make Losy good all in a minute? Fixie always akses God to make her good" he stopped in his whispered talk, suddenly he had fancied for a moment that Rosy was waking, and it was true that she had moved. She had given a sort of wriggle, for, sweet and gentle as Fixie was, she did not at all like being spoken of as not good.
There might be some little mice." "Is mice the same as mouses?" said Fixie; and when Bee nodded, "Why don't you say mouses then?" he asked, "it's a much samer word." "But I didn't make the words," said Bee, "one has to use them the way that's counted right." But Fixie seemed rather grumbly and cross.
I fink you'se welly unkind, Bee, to hurt the poor little mouses," and he grew so very doleful about it that Bee was quite glad when Martha called them to tea. "I don't know what's the matter with Fixie," she said to Martha, in a low voice. "He's not very well," said Martha, looking at her little boy anxiously.
You liked it then, when I told you stories about the beads, before they were lost." "Before zem was lost," said Fixie, his face again taking the troubled, puzzled look; "I didn't know it was zem I mean it was somefin else of Rosy's that was lost lace for her neck, that I'd never seen." Bee's heart began to beat faster with a strange hope.
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